I hate it, being blind. All I ever see is darkness, no light filters through. Even if the light filtered through I wouldn't be able to see it, How Fucking Lovely?
I fill the soft sheets of my bed beneath me and the pillow beneath my head. I cannot help but think of that boy, I could tell by his voice. He wouldn't drop my hand but thats okay because he had soft skin.
Smooth, warm, and he seemed nice but I was an asshole. I technically told him to get lost. Maybe I will see him tommorow, I have another appointment.
"Case, honey, time for dinner." I hop off my bed clutching my cane and I stumble into the kitchen.
I live in a house I've never seen.
Author Notes: Please tell me what you think..